Emperor Beili was upset that he should not have allowed the eighth prince to leave the palace, even if he made a scene, he would not be allowed to leave his sight.
"Your Majesty is here, you can use external force to attack the Royal Hidden Guards. Those who come east are definitely not ordinary people. It seems that there is some master hidden in Kyoto City." The leader of the Hidden Guards stood quietly behind Emperor Beili.
"Master? How does it compare with my external strength?" Emperor Beili asked.
"Simply knocking people unconscious by external force is not possible." The hidden guards on his legs are all top-notch high-legs. If he wants to stun someone with external force, the external force must be at least several times stronger on the opposite side.
Emperor Beili pondered for a moment: "Will the old Taoist who took away the Eighth Prince and Ye Qianning's body be the same person?"
"Zhudong will check it out himself."
"Okay, I must ask you to bring the Eighth Prince back."
"No." The leader left.
Emperor Beili felt that everything was weird. Ye Qianning's body was taken away. It was probably Director Chen's secret arrangement. After all, death was a big deal, and they couldn't waste the child's body like this.
Judging from the current situation of the Zhan family, the Gu family, and the Qian family, it is not like the showmanship. Xiang Minghou has been away all year round and has offended many people in the world. It is not surprising that there are many enemies.
But if the person who takes away the Eighth Prince is the same person as Ye Qianning, and the Eighth Prince cannot come back, the debt will be placed on Xiang Minghou's head!
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Ye Qianning walked in the space, scolded the old man a thousand times, took her away in front of everyone, and asked her to use her body to make incense?
Mr. Gu, Mr. Zhan, Mrs. Zhan, and Qianfu are all over fifty years old. How can they survive such a big stimulus? Mr. Gu's mind has not been clear since her death.
Good times and bad, the old Taoist stimulation, Mr. Gu's body...
Ye Qianning stared at the book for more than half a month, remembering how Yue Fei fell asleep that night. Until late at night, she suddenly heard the sound of footsteps and turned her head to look.
The old man stumbled over sleepily.
"You've come in." Ye Qianning saw the person clearly, and his figure was like a ghost running towards the old man.
The old Taoist did not dodge, but Ye Qianning pounced on him, and then pain hit his face.
"Hey, don't fight, don't fight..." The old man protected his face.
Ye Qianning clenched her fist and moved her fists back and forth mercilessly. She howled when she saw the wrong side and hit her legs even harder...
"Ouch, it hurts so much... don't slap me in the face..." The old Taoist curled up on the ground and held his head, howling and begging for mercy: "Little ancestor, please have mercy on me, please have mercy on me..."
Ye Qianning landed a few punches, stood up and kicked a few more times before stopping.
"It hurts him so much... Ouch..." The old Taoist trembled.
"Get up." Ye Qianning straightened her clothes and said coldly.
The old man held his head, curled up, and groaned in pain: "The little baby's legs are so cruel... I beg his old bones to be opened."
"Stop pretending."
"Who is pretending? It makes sense for me to hit someone."
"You don't need to be reasonable when doing things in a dream." How can you feel pain in a dream? Even if your mind is in a trance, you can't recover for a while.
"What dream, what dream..." When the old man heard this, he immediately jumped up and said, "I beat the old man like that, and am I talking about a dream? Who am I fooling?"
"..."
Ye Qianning's pupils were a little surprised. The old man's face was bruised and swollen, and the injuries were too real: "Isn't it a dream?"
